the departure

There I stood with a face,
cast sullen with whitewashed regret.
Our unconditional subjectified love
torn to shreds undignified
"Au revoir, m'amour," she called
waving her handkerchief as if
submitting to a greater unknown.
Blinking back tears with trepidation
I motion, in one
describing my adoration of
her decadent beauty
and despondence.
My final farewell to
the dearly departing.